I lowered a bit more and was defenseless against the object forcing itself inside my ass. I squealed, the next ball slightly bigger than the first. My bottom tensed around it and a slight twinge of pain lanced through me and I forced myself to relax. Instantly, the ache in my belly relaxed and a hot lash of desire broiled in my core.
This was crazy. How could I be getting turned on right now? What the hell was wrong with me?
The little glows of light crackled around me, almost as if they were teasing me. This couldn’t be real. I had to be dreaming. I blinked hard, but it didn’t help.
Fires lengthened. Rope creaked and another piece broke.
I tensed, expecting another metal ball to ravage my ass, but I didn’t fall low enough. Instead, a slightly bigger sphere pushed against my tight rim, stretching me and the burning sensation took a hold of my entire being. My nipples tightened and my clit throbbed.
I moaned in shame. My arousal felt so wrong, but I couldn’t deny it. Even now, I could feel my wetness trickling down to my inner thigh. I tensed, licking my lips. I wanted to touch myself, but shackled as I was, there wasn’t a chance. The only way would be if one of my arms eventually freed, but that would mean falling further onto the beads beneath me.
A man cleared his throat, the sound of his boots scraping against the stone floor suddenly ridiculously loud.
“Kassandra. I have to admit, when I devised this little game for you, I had no idea how incredible you would look, up in the air, trussed up like a pretty little sacrifice,” Markos said, moving in front of me.
I whimpered.
Another candle flickered.
In less than a minute, I jolted lower, gravity forcing me to take yet another larger bead up my ass.
Markos chuckled, enjoying my torment. He stood in front of me, staring at my exposed pussy and I shuddered. Reaching forward, he took one finger and slid it along my moist flesh, and I knew then that my body had undoubtedly betrayed me once again.
“You protest, little warrior, but you like it when I conquer your forbidden hole.”
I shook my head.
He cocked his head and smirked, studying my features intensely.
He circled my clit with his fingers, teasing me. My hips jerked toward him, wanting to feel his warm touch. The balls in my ass were cool, only warming slightly to my flesh and his fingers were the heat I so desperately needed.
“Markos,” I breathed.
He slapped my inner thigh and I mewled in pain.
“You know better than to refer to me that way.”
He slapped the other side.
“Please. Master,” I answered quietly, doing my best not to anger him. Instead, he looked from me and back to a candle, before taking in his hand and lifting it higher, so that the flame crackled around a thicker piece of rope.
“What are you doing?” I asked anxiously, even though I knew the answer.
This time, the rope took longer to disintegrate. I could see one fiber after the next breaking apart, deafening in the silence of the huge room. As soon as it tore in two, I lurched down, and the next ball pressed deep into my bottom. I felt full and slightly uncomfortable, but with Markos just touching my clit, I also felt needy and aroused.
My tight back channel spread wide around the base of the ball, and I knew that the next was even larger than the rest.
He took the little torch and brought it closer to the next piece of rope, one that was a little thicker than the last. I squirmed, but I couldn’t avoid the inevitable. He watched the panic cross over my face, followed by acceptance and then, shameful pleasure.
The rope split and I plunged down lower, gravity forcing my body to take the next bead no matter if I wanted it or not. My descent was slower this time though, as the ball stretched me wider than ever. Tentatively, my tight hole began to give way and I slid lower still, until I felt my tight muscles squeeze around its base.
Fuck. That hurt.
There weren’t that many ropes left.
Next, Markos burned a few thinner ropes, some as narrow as twine, but I didn’t move that much further. The fact that I didn’t almost made it worse, as my anticipation began to build at the prospect of taking another, bigger ball deep inside me.
He chuckled, even as I flinched.